Not Just an Obsession
Chapter 79: Two Couples Saying Holy Promises

Mama Bratt got out of Alea and Bratt's place.

While Alea covered his mouth with both hands, he was moved and surprised by Bratt's action, even the tears that had been standing since he could no longer hold and finally flowed just so wet his cheeks.

"Will you marry me?" Ask Bratt again.

Alea nodded her head steadily.

"Yes I want to." Answer Alea.

Hearing Alea's reply, Bratt stood up and kissed Alea.

"Let's go there." Take Bratt while pulling Alea's hand towards the chair that has been prepared for the pronunciation of sacred promises where there is already a religious leader in that place.

Bratt sat Alea down in the chair and sat down next to Alea.

"What's this?" Ask Alea. He still did not realize that tonight he was not only in the application but immediately married to Bratt.

"This is the priest who will marry us." Bratt.

Alea turned towards Bratt with round eyes.

Alea was speechless, he just gaped while looking at Bratt.

"Of course, don't be surprised. You know I'm a guy who doesn't like to beat around the bush. So tonight we're getting married." Bratt's whisper then turned Alea's head to look at the religious leader.

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The chanting of the sacred vows and the recording of Bratt and Alea's marriage were completed. Bratt and Alea have officially become husband and wife.

After officially becoming husband and wife, Bratt and Alea were asked to take pictures at the flower gate.

"Worthy of Bratt and Alea's wedding day writing." Lirih Alea was quiet yet could still be heard by Bratt. Bratt only smiled faintly at Alea's words.

After the photo event together, the event continued to be friendly, where Bratt the restaurant had prepared the best menu in the restaurant.

While the guests were busy enjoying the dinner provided by the restaurant and Alea and Bratt were walking around greeting the invited guests who in fact were Bratt Creative Digital employees, Hesron used the opportunity to escape the show.

And of course, he did not run away on his own but took Zhinta with him.

Hesron did not take Zhinta out of the restaurant, he only took Zhinta to the VIP room. Because the restaurant was already a Bratt booking, automatically no other visitors other than invited guests.

"Why did I bring me here?" Ask Zhinta.

Hesron did not reply, instead kneeling in front of Zhinta and took out a red velvet box from his pocket, then opened the box where there were two rings inside.

"Do you want to marry me?" Hesron asked as he thrust the box containing the ring at Zhinta.

"Why? Don't you want to marry me?" Hesron asked because Zhinta never answered.

"You're not like Mr Bratt, are you going to sit me down in front of a religious leader?"

Hearing Zhinta's question, Hesron stood up.

"It seems like it's a good idea, as the clergy and civil records officers have not come home, we'd better get married and then get the reception later."

"No! I don't want to!"

"Why? You don't want to marry me?"

"Where can I get married not with my parents?"

"Oh.. Just because of that? All right, I just need to call your parents and get people to pick them up, how, you agree no?"

"Son!!!" Just as Zhinta wanted to protest, Hesron had already silenced Zhinta's mouth with her lips for a few seconds.

"I can't wait to make you Mrs Hesron Mahendra, Zhin. So you want us to get married tonight." Hesron.

Looking at Hesron's eyes, Zhinta was hypnotized. Without a second thought, Zhinta nodded her head.

"Yes!!" Hesron was pleased. Hesron took Zhinta out of the VIP room and returned to the park.

Hesron took the glass and clinked the glass with a spoon so that all the guests turned to look at it.

After all the guests looked at him, Hesron loudly said he would make a sacred promise with Zhinta.

All the visitors applauded and cheered at the announcement Hesron gave.

As for Bratt, he rounded his eyes wide at the announcement that Hesron had said.

"Well, when I got married, I had to work rods without assistants for six months!" Bratt grunts in the heart.

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